November 9th, 2006
|12:58 pm - greetings from new hamster|
OH SNAP, NOW THE MARGINALLY LESS SHITTY POLITICAL PARTY IS IN POWER. OOOOH LESSER OF TWO EVILS BABY, OH YEAH.
i have coupons for free jr frostys from wendys. i stopped at a wendys in the airport, and they said that a) they didn't have any jr size cups so i would have to get a normal size one instead, b) they don't know how to ring in the coupons so i can just keep it. so basically i got a free frosty for no reason. YEAH. i should go there every day. i think that was the only interesting thing that happened on my way here. oh! i also learned that national coney island is possibly the crappiest restaurant chain ever. seriously gross food, the coney special was basically a 50 cent can of walmart chili dumped on a hot dog.
in the hour or so between her picking me up at the airport and then her going to bed, my mom talked about britney's divorce and how good baileys is. :D then yesterday she said my pants look like the clothes that homeless drunks wear :(
so to fix that, she dragged me to target today to buy fancy clothes. you see, for the baby naming this sunday, she'd said i needed nice casual clothes. so i brought nice casual clothes, which she informed me are gross. on the plus side, i learned today that she doesn't know any better about clothes than i do. at one point she had me trying on some pants (after saying the first pair fit weird, which i gave up on trying to figure out), and she said they were too long. i didn't agree, and she asked one of the sales ladies if the pants were too long. i kid you not when i say the woman responded in horror. "no! in fact they're almost too short!" so my mom just wants me to wear tiny clothes, i guess.
np: some classical prelude my dad insists i listen to
I love your mom, as presented in your LJ over the years.
all my friends love my family! as do i, when i'm not being driven crazy. i think that's how it mostly works
The one time I actually met your parents, they seemed pretty rad.
Also, I agree with you about the elections. What a bunch of bull, I tell ya.
|Date:||November 13th, 2006 09:32 pm (UTC)|| |
Your mom is the hizzy. Which I think means house, but nobody cares what words actually mean anymore.
PS You are far too old to be shopping for clothes with your mom. I hope you walked out of there dressed like your userpic, complete with bat.*
*I momentarily forgot what that word was, and was going to write "baseball stick".